Meh.

Ordinarily, I am not a morning person. Today being no exception. But here I sit, at 8:41 in the flippin' morning, already haven taken the door knob off of my son's door - he locked himself in - and having picked up glass shards from the kitchen floor - as he broke a glass mid- tantrum.

I am so not happy.

breathes deeply counting to ten

Meh.

Thanks to keta, I can't stop looking thru the endless supply of diary designs. Changed it twice yesterday, having found this cute lil' one.

woof

I may not be a morning person, but Ro is. And let me tell you! As much as I love the guy, there is nothing more I want to do but throw a shoe at Him when He's up and bouncing around the house like a flippin' kangaroo. Singing songs even.

Meh.

And this piece of shit fucking chair is not helping! The damned thing keeps lowering on it's own - no not because of my boo-tay. Because it's a piece of shit fucking chair!

God, I hate mornings.

P.S. - Why doesn't anyone start reviewing the diary reviewers? Huh huh huh? Can ya tell me that?

P.P.S. - Never mind, soon as I said that, found a diary that did as such.

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